During this three month period, I become a weekend widow. Even after my Handy Man comes home in the afternoons, he is worthless. He plops himself down in front of the television watching football with the lids of his eyes. I am on my own for cooking, cleaning, and child care. I am a weekend widow.
You would think after all these years that the guys would have everything they need for hunting. Strangely enough, fall also marks regular deliveries from our UPS guy. He tells me every year what a nice wife I am and what a lucky man my husband must be. After all, he knows that all those Cabela's boxes hold magical treasures inside.
There is more preparation put into this three month season than you could ever imagine. Well, unless you are a goose hunter and then you can completely relate.
In years past, we have spent countless nights flocking decoys. (Yes! I said WE... funny how I get wrangled into these projects.) Countless nights because he has like 25 dozen decoys - that's about 300 plastic birds my friends. This literally involves painting the heads and necks of the decoys black and then dobbing black fuzz all over them. It is messy and smelly. That black fuzz gets everywhere! In my opinion, when they are all finished they look exactly the same as they did before. Supposedly these big dumb birds can tell the decoys aren't perfectly real if they aren't perfectly flocked. I am sorry but from 100 feet in the air I doubt it. Not to mention, I have seen decoys in those magazines that look like black trash bags on legs.
I have tried to explain to my husband the powers of marketing but he doesn't want to hear it.
Over the last few years I am pretty confident that we have paid for at least three college educations for the Cabela's owner's kids.
The last few years my husband and his friends have rented hunting grounds up north.
The guys pay some farmer to dig these big pits in his corn field. They get to store their hunting trailer on the land all season as well. Yes, they have an entire trailer just for goose hunting. Do you know how much room 300 plastic birds take up? They get up at 3 am to drive to the field in order to set up 300 plastic birds before the sun comes up. The guys then sit for hours, and hours, and hours in these pits and wait for the geese to come to them. They sit there every weekend throughout the months of November to February. They sit there through wind, snow, and below freezing weather.
I think they are crazy.
This is why I don't go goose hunting.
This year the guys decided to build fancy lids for their goose pits. This was a project that lasted all weekend. From what I could tell, it was a lot of standing around, two trips to the hardware store, and several trips up to the fridge for beer. Yep, it's hunting season all right!
Two-by-fours were laid out and assembled
Looks like someone went shopping at Cabela's for these new fancy pop-up lid do-hickey magiggers.
Ummm boys, I think you measured wrong...
Yeah, yeah, back to the house. What do I know?!?!
Once assembled, they all needed a coat of paint and some artistic detailing. The goal I assume is to blend into the field. Hopefully it's a big, brown, dirt field.
Once the lids are dry, load them up on the trailer cause it's hunting time!
It took the boys an entire day just to get everything set up.
The real hunting took place Thanksgiving morning.
Unfortunately, the weather was too nice all weekend and they never got a shot. Great for the holiday weekend, not so great for hunting season.
Good news, you have three whole months to sit in your goose pit all day and stare up at the sky!
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